Sun beams strum the chords
Telephone wires are humming
Fanfare to morning
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Love this Ina, an unusual image and beautiful.
Thank you Andrea. The telephone wires are like a downward curving multi-rowed clothesline. They are lit by the sun morning and evening, I’ve been thinking about writing about them for some time.
You can find beauty in anything, I always love the way our washing lines look when they’re full of raindrops – so very pretty.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Lynn.
LOVE it!
Thanks, Christy.
Seems a perfect way to start a morning ~ although I fear the hum of telephone wires, as it means work is invading my enjoyment of coffee and the morning sun 🙂
I don’t hear a sound. From my window I can see at a slight distance the tall poles with a row of the glass cup-like things (that are antique now) perched on the cross beams to separate the wires. The wires swing down like hammocks. When the sun strikes them from the east in the AM and the west in the PM they look almost theatrical.
PS. As an afterthought I think your comment wasn’t to be taken literally. You entered my Haiku and heard the music?
🙂 Yes indeed 🙂 Love your words!
Thanks. 🙂
Interesting and such accurate choices of focus. Enjoy this one immensely. Thank you.
I’m happy you like it.